We were rubbish in South Africa
But we should stop the
whining
For no matter how black
the cloud
There is always a
silver lining
We were rubbish in
South Africa
And we get no second
chance
But at least we can
safely say
That we were not as
bad as France
FIFA are on a mission
Disrespect for refs they want to defeat
An admirable ambition indeed
But first they need to stamp out cheats
Its spread from normal quarters
To Thierry Henry who to his ignominy
Handled the ball to keep it in play
An offence done quite
deliberately
Which was compounded
by his lie,
That it happened
accidentally
We were rubbish in South Africa
But
we should stop the whining
For
no matter how black the cloud
There
is always a silver lining
We
were rubbish in South Africa
And
we get no second chance
But
at least we can safely say
That
we were not as bad as France
FIFA are on a mission
Racism in the game they want to defeat
An admirable ambition indeed
But first they need to stamp out cheats
Its spread from normal quarters
To Thierry Henry who to his disgrace
After a shoulder to the chest
Went down holding his face
FIFA are on a mission
Disrespect for refs they want to defeat
An admirable ambition indeed
But first they need to stamp out cheats
Its spread from normal quarters
To Thierry Henry who to his ignominy
Handled the ball to keep it in play
An offence done quite deliberately
Which was compounded by his lie,
That it happened accidentally
They travel east
With Gaelic pride
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
It’s said pride comes
Before a fall
They fell from high
Against Senegal
The next game a win
Or wonder why
A draw this time
With Uruguay
The final game
They have to win
Their cup defence
Must now begin
Will they play
Them off the park
They lose again
Against Denmark
So, France crash out
And exit early
Perhaps they’ll miss
The hurly burly
No broken hearts
They leave behind
Were glad they’re gone
To be unkind
So what’s the reason
France are out
We demand to know
The Frenchie’s shout
The answer is in
My firm belief
They should have eaten
British Beef
(Poem written after the early exit of Cup Holders France from 2002 World Cup, at a time when the French were refusing to accept Beef shipments from the UK)
